Kara felt déjà vu as she landed back on her balcony, hoping Cat wasn't asleep, or drunk, or halfway out the door. Instead, she found her in the dark, watching TV, dressed to the nines in a black and white sleeveless dress typical of the ones she usually wore to the office. She looked so put together, sitting there nonchalantly, like nothing had happened, making Kara feel a little crazy, like she had dreamed the whole thing, or worse.
She swallowed, slowly pacing into the living room.
"You're back," Cat spoke calmly, flipping off the television as she crossed her legs. "That was quite the ugly...whatever it was...you were fighting."
"Tell me about it," Kara sighed, playing with her cuticles, cape swaying behind her, listening intently to the echo of her boots clicking across the floor, only drowned out by the sound of her heart. "He smelled worse than he looked. Both did."
"That's sort of how I felt earlier," Cat breathed, spreading her hands out next to her, propping herself up against the couch. "Before I showered."
"Trust me," Kara laughed a little, sitting next to her. "There's no comparison."
Silence. Kara looked down at her hands, wondering where Cat's mind was, if she was regretting what happened, waiting for her to make the next move, or...
"It's always interesting," Cat continued. "Watching you, live on TV. Waiting to see how everything will play out."
"Were you nervous?" Kara asked.
"Hardly," Cat shook her head. "I know what you're capable of. Clearly, you can handle anything."
"Yes," Kara confirmed, swallowing hard.
"See, that's what I keep telling myself," Cat breathed. "That as much as I might like to take credit for helping...create...who you are...I don't own you. I can't make you do anything...not as CEO of CatCo, not as your boss. You're responsible for your powers, your choices, your life...and what you choose to do with it. Which means...I can't be taking advantage…"
"Absolutely not," Kara shook her head. "That's...not at all…"
"Good," Cat swallowed. "Because one might also wonder why such a talented...exquisite...woman your age, one who could have anything...anyone...she wanted, superhero or not, would choose to...consort...with her older, still unequivocally sexy, obviously, but clearly not without baggage..."
"Because I know what I want," Kara whispered firmly. "I have known...for a really long time. I was just too scared to admit it."
Cat continued tracing her nails against the sofa between them, looking anywhere but at Kara.
"Even if it means breaking the rules?"
"What rules?" Kara sighed. "You said it yourself. I make my own choices."
"Yes, and you choose to work for me," Cat continued softly, trying her best to convince herself. "You could work for the DEO or go it alone, but you choose to stay at CatCo, and I choose to let you."
"I know it's complicated," Kara breathed. "But I also know...it doesn't matter. Because nothing, for me, nothing, has ever been easy. And no matter how crazy it seems, what demons we're fighting or what protocols or whatever you want to call them we might be breaking...I choose this. I choose...you."
Cat's shoulders began to soften. Kara noticed the tremble rising up through her legs, the way she crossed them tighter against the sofa, bare toes curling against the rug.
"Fine," she exhaled. "Then I have one other question."
"What?" Kara was on pins and needles.
"In case you haven't noticed, there are flowering plants all over this apartment that weren't here this morning," she noted. "And earlier, I saw you rip the vines from your legs before you left. I didn't say anything because you looked embarrassed and I...didn't want to stop...what we were doing, but I can't ignore it. So, what aren't you telling me?"
Kara's face turned as red as the S on her shirt.
"Right," she sighed, looking around at the foliage that had entwined itself around the metal divider between the dining room table and the office, the rips in the curtains. "That. Okay, so...there's this...thing...that happens...when I think about you...or, you touch me...it's…"
"One of your powers?"
"Yes," she admitted. "But I didn't know about it until recently...it's just...what you do to me."
"I see," Cat swallowed. "So, if I were to do this…"
She ran her foot up along the side of Kara's boot, stopping just before she hit skin.
Kara shifted, willing herself not to produce anything. This time, nothing happened.
"I might be able to control it," she breathed. "If...I don't let myself get too…"
"Why on earth would you do that?" Cat asked.
"I don't know," Kara shook her head. "I guess...I just don't want it getting in the way."
Cat stared at her, swallowing hard as she allowed herself to sense everything the younger woman was feeling, confirming every touch, every look, until there was no question.
She took another deep breath before uncrossing her legs, shifting her body, lifting the skirt of her dress just enough so she could get her knees around Kara's hips, putting her hands on either side of her neck, pinning her to the couch.
Kara's mouth fell open, breath hitching.
"Hmm," Cat mused, letting her hair fall against Kara's face, the light from the skyline bringing out gold highlights as waves tickled her skin. "It doesn't seem like anything's going to get in the way now, does it?"
Kara looked up at her boss, the way her lips curled into that damn excruciating smirk, impossible to resist, cheekbones rising into smile lines, green, glittering eyes fixed on her, like they always had been.
Slowly, she brought her hands to Cat's waist again, allowing herself to feel, really feel, without shame or worry or reservation, just how tight and soft and strong she was, running her hands over the starched mod dress, breath catching as Cat reacted to her hands, rocking ever so subtly against her.
Kara reached up and pulled her lips into hers, devouring them, breathing them in, like they were the only thing that would keep her alive. Cat melted into her, lapping wildly, expertly with her tongue as Kara let her into her mouth. She kept her hands tangled in Kara's hair, moving to her arms, marveling at the muscles under tight blue sleeves, the way her fingers gripped her body like she was afraid she'd slip away.
Before she knew it, Kara was using her strength to push Cat off her lap and down onto the sofa, carefully but smoothly straddling her as the older woman's hair fanned out against the green plush cushions. Cat exhaled sharply, gleaming up at her, eyebrow raised.
"Well," she hummed. "Who would have thought Kara Danvers could be so...decisive."
"But I'm not just Kara Danvers, am I?" she whispered, breath heavy as she leaned down to Cat's ear, lips just barely touching her delicate skin, making Cat shudder, teeth hitting her lobe as she spoke. "I'm the last daughter of the House of El. You should know that by now."
"Even more reason..." Cat shivered, dragging her nails over Kara's thighs, scratching against nylon. "...to give you what you want."
Kara smiled, grabbing her hands, bringing them above her head and locking them there against the arm of the couch as she continued kissing her softly, slowly. Cat's eyelids fluttered shut, chest rising as her hips rolled unwillingly against Kara's body, neck arching back, exposing her delicate throat.
Kara had never, ever, felt this turned on. Cat's reactions, her willingness to be topped, emboldened her to press on. She traced her nails down Cat's arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps over her soft, ivory skin, kissing her, until she reached her chest, remembering all the times she pretended not to notice her curves, the way her couture clothing hugged every inch of her perfectly.
"Is this…" Kara hesitated. "I...I want…"
"Don't stop," Cat whispered, reaching up and grabbing Kara's face again, kissing her definitively, letting her know she wanted it just as much.
Kara let her hands fall against Cat's breasts, cupping them through the fabric as she kissed her lips again, softer this time, though no less fervently. Going on instinct, thinking of what she liked when she did it to herself, she squeezed them, running her thumbs over what were clearly very hard nipples, perking up against the expensive garment.
"Uunh," Cat moaned, voice higher than usual, breathy and so not in charge for once, it felt good, for both of them.
"I've wanted this…" Kara whispered, kissing her cheek again, her ear, every inch of skin she could reach. "I can't...tell you how much…"
"Me too," Cat shook her head as Kara's hands continued down, over her tiny waist, locking onto hip bones, thumbs leading, pressing, searching lower.
Their kissing went from soft to erratic until finally, Kara's hands came to the hem of her dress, bringing her eyes back up to Cat's, watching as the typically stoic, mercurial woman she knew so well continued shaking, eyes hungry with anticipation.
"I...don't...want to move too fast..." Kara panted, wanting to go at the right pace, but so clearly needing more. "But…"
Cat reached down and took her hands, pulling them up her thighs, helping push the fabric up over her hips just enough to reveal black, lace underwear, similar to the bra she wore earlier, only with more straps draped across that soft spot between her thigh and her hip. Kara ran her fingers over her soft, smooth thighs, kneading into them, plucking the strings of her underwear like guitar strings, snapping against Cat's skin.
"Mm," Cat continued to move beneath her, starting to sound desperate. "Please…"
Kara was so nervous, shaking just as much as Cat, though she was determined to pass it off as excitement rather than trepidation. Cat had to know she'd never done this before, but clearly didn't care. She admired people who weren't afraid to try new things, venture into the unknown, even if it meant making a mistake along the way. Still, Kara wanted to get this right.
"What do you want?" she whispered, tracing her fingers up and down Cat's thighs, going back to her mouth, kissing her again, and again, running her hands up and down her slender white arms, noting every detail, every freckle, waiting for instruction.
"I want you..." Cat breathed. "To show me...show me what you've been wanting..."
Kara sighed deeply, letting her fingers trail back down to the place where Cat's legs came together, over lace and silk, reminding herself to keep breathing, unable to believe she was really doing this.
"I want to make sure…" she sighed into Cat's ear. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," Cat said hungrily, digging her nails into her back. "I trust you. Please…"
Kara took that as permission to grab a little more, squeezing, kneading, letting the hard part of her palm press against where she knew Cat needed it most.
"Oh god," Cat shook, gripping her harder.
"Is that...okay?" Kara asked again.
"Yes," Cat breathed. "It feels...so…"
Kara kept moving her hand, dipping her fingers just barely under the elastic.
Cat opened her eyes, wanting to take in everything, the sight of Supergirl, Kara, hovered over her, teasing, driving her to depths she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a very long time, maybe never. She'd fought so long to push down these thoughts, the vision of this woman and everything she stood for touching her like this, looking at her like she was, she didn't want to miss anything as it unfolded.
She reached up and touched Kara's cheek, softly, thankfully, before pulling her down hard, stopping just before her lips.
"I...need you…" she stammered through kisses. "Please..."
Kara slid back into Cat's mouth, slipping across her tongue, and at the same time, pushing her fingers down beneath the fabric, feeling smooth skin until she found the soft patch of hair right where she expected it to be.
"Ohhh," she shuddered hard, afraid of passing out she was so short of breath, mouth hanging open, almost in pain at how good it felt to be touching Cat this way, so unexpectedly, and yet, compelled by the shock and immediacy of knowing they both wanted it.
Cat held onto her with a strength that surprised Kara, writhing beneath her touch, all the while gasping for more breath as her toes curled against the couch.
Finally, Kara couldn't keep herself from sliding her fingers down between her lips, shaking harder at how intensely slick she was.
"Ohmygod," Kara groaned. "You're...so…"
Cat's high-pitched gulps of air urged her forward as Kara trailed her fingers through the full, deep, coated slit.
"Mmnn," Cat gritted her teeth, biting Kara's shoulder. "More…"
Kara searched until she found the swollen ball of nerves, swiping her fingers against it, very slowly, gently at first, trying to gauge just how much Cat could handle, feeling like she herself had fallen into an eddy where time and space were colliding, collapsing, leaving only this moment, only this feeling of insanity at the reality of touching Cat like this, fingers buried in her most sacred space.
"Fuck…" she shrieked pleasantly. "Oh my…"
Kara dipped her fingers deeper, until she found the place where she could go further, bringing her lips to Cat's cheek, then her ear.
"Do you want me…" she breathed.
"Yes," Cat shivered harder, shaking off her remaining hesitancy, throwing aside all doubt.
Kara kissed her ear again before biting down, slipping one finger inside for the first time.
"Aaaaaaaah," Cat panted, eyelids fluttering, teeth chattering together as she groaned deeper. "Yes…"
Kara used her other hand to pull Cat's underwear down her legs, fully entrenched beneath her dress, within decadently warm folds. Once she had more leverage, she added another finger, slowly moving them in and out, her own core clenching as she felt Cat tighten around her, thrusting back against the force.
"Oh my god," Cat continued, voice quivering with every thrust, hanging on to her neck, her shoulders. "Kara…"
"Yeah?" Kara breathed, pumping her hand a little faster. "Is that..."
"Mmmmore," Cat demanded, sitting up slightly, allowing her to ride Kara's hand, pushing it deeper inside herself.
Kara grabbed her shoulder with her free hand, fingernails digging in, as she fucked her fully with the other, mindful of the fact that there were azalea boughs stretching out above them, lilacs blooming across the coffee table, but keeping her focus solely on Cat.
"It's...so…" Cat huffed as Kara filled her up, curling her fingers inside, moving them in and out as Cat leaned back again, spreading her legs further, wrapping them behind Kara's back, heels digging in against her cape.
"You feel so good," Kara breathed quickly, getting hotter by the second as she listened to the sound of her hand smacking against Cat's wetness.
"Please," Cat sighed. "Please...I...unnggh…"
Kara sped up her pace as fast as she could safely take it, keeping the rhythm, wanting to give Cat what she craved while keeping her in one piece. She reveled in the feeling that she was capable of making her come undone, on her knees, looking down at Cat's heaving chest, the way her hips moved against her hand, hidden beneath her dress. She moved her thumb against her throbbing nub, faster and faster, using her wetness to help, all the while slipping deeper inside, until Cat was practically crawling up her arm.
"Yes...unnggh... god!" she cried, grabbing the sofa, digging her fingers into the cushion, before throwing an arm behind Kara's neck, pulling her towards her once more as she came.
All was silent. She continued to hang on, riding out the waves, until she fell back, eyes closed, breathless.
Kara slowly retracted her fingers, wiping them on her own skirt, before, falling gently onto Cat's chest. She listened to the sound of her heart, closing her eyes, until she felt fingers brushing through her long, sunkissed waves. Pushing up on her elbows, she looked up at Cat, whose eyes were shut, still in a heavy daze.
"That," Cat huffed. "Was the most...incredible...thing...you've ever done. I don't care how many times you've saved the world. This wins."
Kara laughed, holding her tight as she brushed her fingers ever so softly against her cheek.
"Thank you," she beamed, feeling very proud of herself. "For letting me."
She continued smiling as she wrapped herself around Cat's waist, nestling into her shoulder. They laid together in silence for a long time, Cat running her fingers through Kara's hair, Kara basking in the feeling, using all her heightened senses to listen and smell and feel the moment to its fullest, unable to shake the inexplicable thrill of it all.
"What was it like?" she finally asked. "As an empath? What could you feel?"
"Everything," Cat breathed. "Your longing, your doubts...ecstasy...every intention with every touch. I've never been so...open...during sex."
"That's amazing," Kara marveled. "I hope it wasn't...too much. Too overwhelming."
"It was," Cat sighed. "But in the best possible way."
Kara held on a little tighter, afraid this was all still a dream, a mistake Cat would soon realize she'd made, pushing her away, running without looking back.
"I keep...checking...with myself," Cat breathed again. "Asking if this is just some panic response, if I'm just...clinging...to the only thing that makes me feel safe."
"Yeah?" Kara whispered, trying not to let her voice falter. "And...what's the answer?"
Cat shook her head, pushing her fingers into Kara's locks.
"Believe it or not...as much hiding and denying as I've done, I'm still able to get in touch with how I really feel," she breathed. "Maybe even more than others can. And this...this isn't fear."
Kara sighed, letting the relief wash over her.
"Good," she swallowed. "Because...I'm gonna want to do this again."
"Really?" Cat smirked. "You don't say?"
Kara pushed herself up, sitting back on her feet, looking down at Ms. Grant, so totally breathless, unhinged, and still so composed, makeup perfect, hair soft and wild. She ran her fingers across her cheek, marveling at how things had shifted, Cat opening up, letting her in, letting her feel and see her this way. She pushed her fingers into her soft, golden locks, bringing one of Cat's hands to her own chest, letting her feel her heart beat.
Cat smiled up at Kara, face turning more serious as she really let what they'd done sink in. She watched the moon cast a glow around her, face in shadow, light seeping past blue and red edges, illuminating her like the goddess, the hero, she knew her to be.
"Yeah," Kara smirked, leaning down and kissing her again. "There's still...so much...I haven't seen of you."
Her fingers crept back to the hem of Cat's dress, only to be slapped away.
"Not so fast," Cat teased, though she meant it. "You're not going to get away that easy."
"What?" Kara asked sheepishly.
Cat narrowed her eyes, scanning her body very, very slowly.
"I'm...really sweaty," Kara hopped off the couch, looking down at her uniform, pacing a little, making excuses. "I just took down eight thousand pounds of extraterrestrial meathead. And then…"
"Fine," Cat seethed. "Make yourself presentable..but then...you're mine."
Kara couldn't stop the heat from creeping into her lower abdomen. She pushed it down for the moment, looking around at the vegetation covering her furniture, the damage already done, trying her best not to worry about what it all meant on a larger scale.